Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate Chapter 2200: 1125: Severing the Nascent Soul
Previously on Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate...
Right now, upon spotting Song Chufeng's abrupt shift, Lin Tianming's face finally underwent a change.
Song Chufeng clearly realized he stood no chance against Lin Tianming. No matter his struggles, he alone couldn't bridge that massive gap in strength.
Thus, realizing escape was impossible, Song Chufeng's abrupt move was clearly to detonate his Nascent Soul, choosing mutual destruction with Lin Tianming.
Lin Tianming, of course, fully grasped this.
Not just him—even now, within the Lin Family Clan Grounds, the senior Lin Family figures observing the fight from the Sect Entrance Plaza had also discerned Song Chufeng's last-ditch effort.
That's why, as Song Chufeng called forth his Nascent Soul and madly drew in Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, Lin Shilu's expression twisted in shock.
Lin Shilu had never seen a Nascent Soul explode before.
Yet, even a Golden Core Stage Cultivator blasting their Golden Core unleashed horrifying destruction.
Typically, an Early Stage Golden Core Cultivator's self-explosion could gravely wound a Mid Stage Golden Core Cultivator.
Indeed, should a Mid Stage Golden Core Cultivator fail to evade or err in defense, death would be a real possibility.
By that logic, Song Chufeng at Nascent Soul Early Stage could endanger even a Nascent Soul Middle Stage expert if his detonation went off.
Lin Tianming had freshly advanced to Nascent Soul Stage and barely steadied his realm.
In this state, surviving Song Chufeng's successful self-detonation unscathed would prove extremely difficult with his present power.
Lin Shilu had already considered this danger.
His terror stemmed exactly from comprehending the devastating force of a Nascent Soul detonation.
Suddenly, Lin Shilu paled, his breaths quickening beyond control.
Panicking, he yelled through the Mountain Protection Array.
“Tianming, Old Ghost Song is going to self-detonate his Nascent Soul!”
“Quickly retreat… quickly retreat…”
In truth, Lin Tianming had been wary of this tactic from the beginning.
He knew full well that cornered foes often resort to desperate gambits.
For instance, a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator like Song Chufeng, outmatched and trapped by Lin Tianming, wouldn't meekly await demise.
Hence, at his wits' end, Song Chufeng would surely opt to blow his Nascent Soul and take Lin Tianming down too.
Lin Tianming would do likewise in his shoes.
Why spare a hated rival comfort if death loomed?
Thus, Lin Tianming had foreseen it early and stayed vigilant against Song Chufeng's outburst.
When Song Chufeng manifested his Nascent Soul, Lin Tianming refused to back off; he accelerated instead, charging straight at Song Chufeng.
His velocity peaked at that instant, the swiftest in his entire life.
Mid-flight, Lin Tianming's hands flashed while he intoned a unique spell.
Suddenly, a blaze ignited in his palm.
This flame, blending red and blue hues, danced within Lin Tianming's grasp.
As it emerged, heaven and earth's primordial qi churned restlessly.
Instantly, some of the primordial qi Song Chufeng had gathered got yanked toward the flame and swallowed up.
Having ingested that primordial qi, the red-blue blaze swelled, morphing into a fireball the size of a basketball.
Now, the fireball's presence grew ever more fearsome, warping the area around it.
From Lin Tianming's spot as center, one flank turned into an icy realm where biting frost could instantly freeze a Foundation Establishment Cultivator solid.
The opposite flank blazed with fire, its scorching waves unbearable even for an Early Stage Golden Core Cultivator over time.
Lin Tianming, unfazed by it all, glided spectrally through this bizarre domain.
Before long, he closed in on Song Chufeng.
Meanwhile, Song Chufeng's Nascent Soul ballooned further, expanding manyfold.
As the humanoid Nascent Soul hit its swelling limit with an aura surging to dreadful heights, Song Chufeng's features warped, and he erupted in wild cackles.
“Haha… Lin Tianming…”
“The Lin Family’s genius… with such exceptional talent…”
“Lin Family thief…”
“Yet today, as you force me to this point, don’t fault me for dragging you down with me, even as I face death…”
“…”
Song Chufeng, driven utterly mad, hurled curses at Lin Tianming, venting his frenzied resentment.
Yet Lin Tianming stayed composed, his spirit unshaken by Song Chufeng.
As Lin Tianming pressed on undeterred with hands in motion, Song Chufeng abruptly ceased his ravings.
Sensing his Nascent Soul brimmed with primordial qi, Song Chufeng's visage steadied, shedding its prior mania.